Doctor Who ficlet: Voluntary Isolation | Donna, Ten | PG
Title: Voluntary Isolation
Author: rustydog
Fandom: Doctor Who/Alien Donuts
Characters: Donna, Ten
Rating/warnings: PG, no warnings
Words: 436
Notes: Unbeta'd. Written for Day Two of consci_fan_mo for donutsweeper. For the uninitiated, alien donuts are a tongue in cheek example of the sex pollen trope.
Exactly why the Doctor had locked himself in a glass isolation booth, Donna couldn't get him to say, but he seemed to want out very badly. Or not. It was getting hard to tell, namely because he kept screaming things like-
"Don't let me out! Donna, whatever you do, DO NOT let me out of this tank."
"But you're throwing yourself against the hatch! Stop doing that, if you don't want to get out."
"I can't stop it! I NEED to get out. Just - don't let me. And you should probably back away."
"Fine, I'm calling Martha. You probably have some kind of virus that's making you insane." Donna reached into her pocket for her phone. "Well, more insane," she corrected herself.
"NO!" The Doctor looked horrified. "Don't call Martha. Don't call Jack. Don't call anybody! It's not safe for them."
"Who's Jack, then?" Donna demanded.
The Doctor waved his hands as casually as he could without becoming any less frantic. "You'd love him. But DON'T call him! And, ah..." His voice dropped so that Donna had move closer and lean her head toward the glass to hear him. "I may have managed to send a message to Sarah Jane before I made it in here. If she answers - TELL HER SHE CAN'T COME."
"Sarah who?" Donna asked as she backed away from his raised his voice. She stumbled over something on the floor and twisted around to see a large, flat paper box, partially crushed, flecks of something white sprinkled around it. She stooped to inspect it.
"Donuts? Where did these come from? Have you been poisoned? And more importantly," she stood and fixed him with her sternest look, "why is there only ONE LEFT? Good lord, Doctor, how many did you eat?"
"Ah, ha..." The Doctor laughed nervously. "I can explain. You see-" Then his mouth fell open with the horrified expression he reserved for volcanoes and Sontarans. "No. No, no no no no no, Donna NOOO!"
Donna put down the donut she had picked up. "What? I'm just smelling it. You think I'd eat something that's probably turned you into more of a crazy man? Think again, Donut Boy."
The Doctor's whole body sagged with relief.
Well, if she couldn't let him out of the tank, and she couldn't call anyone, and the Doctor wouldn't tell her what was going on, she could at least entertain herself by scaring the stuffing out of him. Donna lifted the donut to her mouth and pretended to take a bite.
It wouldn't matter if a little of the sugar fell onto her lips, would it?
Author: rustydog
Fandom: Doctor Who/Alien Donuts
Characters: Donna, Ten
Rating/warnings: PG, no warnings
Words: 436
Notes: Unbeta'd. Written for Day Two of consci_fan_mo for donutsweeper. For the uninitiated, alien donuts are a tongue in cheek example of the sex pollen trope.
Exactly why the Doctor had locked himself in a glass isolation booth, Donna couldn't get him to say, but he seemed to want out very badly. Or not. It was getting hard to tell, namely because he kept screaming things like-
"Don't let me out! Donna, whatever you do, DO NOT let me out of this tank."
"But you're throwing yourself against the hatch! Stop doing that, if you don't want to get out."
"I can't stop it! I NEED to get out. Just - don't let me. And you should probably back away."
"Fine, I'm calling Martha. You probably have some kind of virus that's making you insane." Donna reached into her pocket for her phone. "Well, more insane," she corrected herself.
"NO!" The Doctor looked horrified. "Don't call Martha. Don't call Jack. Don't call anybody! It's not safe for them."
"Who's Jack, then?" Donna demanded.
The Doctor waved his hands as casually as he could without becoming any less frantic. "You'd love him. But DON'T call him! And, ah..." His voice dropped so that Donna had move closer and lean her head toward the glass to hear him. "I may have managed to send a message to Sarah Jane before I made it in here. If she answers - TELL HER SHE CAN'T COME."
"Sarah who?" Donna asked as she backed away from his raised his voice. She stumbled over something on the floor and twisted around to see a large, flat paper box, partially crushed, flecks of something white sprinkled around it. She stooped to inspect it.
"Donuts? Where did these come from? Have you been poisoned? And more importantly," she stood and fixed him with her sternest look, "why is there only ONE LEFT? Good lord, Doctor, how many did you eat?"
"Ah, ha..." The Doctor laughed nervously. "I can explain. You see-" Then his mouth fell open with the horrified expression he reserved for volcanoes and Sontarans. "No. No, no no no no no, Donna NOOO!"
Donna put down the donut she had picked up. "What? I'm just smelling it. You think I'd eat something that's probably turned you into more of a crazy man? Think again, Donut Boy."
The Doctor's whole body sagged with relief.
Well, if she couldn't let him out of the tank, and she couldn't call anyone, and the Doctor wouldn't tell her what was going on, she could at least entertain herself by scaring the stuffing out of him. Donna lifted the donut to her mouth and pretended to take a bite.
It wouldn't matter if a little of the sugar fell onto her lips, would it?